The Great Gatsby “I spoke to her,” he muttered, after a long silence. “I told

her she might fool me but she couldn‟t fool God. I took her to the window.”—with an effort he got up and walked to the rear window and leaned with his face pressed against it ——” and I said „God knows what you‟ve been doing, everything you‟ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can‟t fool God!‟” Standing behind him, Michaelis saw with a shock that he

was looking at the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg, which had just emerged, pale and enormous, from the dissolving night. “God sees everything,” repeated Wilson. “That‟s an advertisement,” Michaelis assured him.

Something made him turn away from the window and look back into the room. But Wilson stood there a long time, his face close to the window pane, nodding into the twilight. By six o‟clock Michaelis was worn out, and grateful for the

sound of a car stopping outside. It was one of the watchers of the night before who had promised to come back, so he cooked breakfast for three, which he and the other man ate together. Wilson was quieter now, and Michaelis went home to sleep; when he awoke four hours later and hurried back to the garage, Wilson was gone. His movements — he was on foot all the time — were afterward traced to Port Roosevelt and then to Gad‟s Hill,